Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lucky Dragons to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
The Move,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.